LOGINMindy and Marcus remained in the nursery long after Henry and Andrea had left them locked inside. The initial anger had faded into a heavy, exhausted silence. They had partly finished assembling the last shelf together, working side by side with minimal words, but the tension between them had slowly shifted into something more fragile…something closer to understanding.Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice low. “So they really locked us in here.”Mindy let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Of course they did. Andrea’s been dying to play matchmaker since the breakup. I should’ve known.”Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Henry’s been pushing me to talk to you too. Guess they got tired of waiting.”Another beat of silence.Mindy crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. “So… what now? We just stand here until they decide we’ve suffered enough?”Marcus hesitated, then walked over and sat on the floor near the window, back against the wall. “We could finish w
Eleanor and Andrea remained seated in the living room, the fire in the fireplace crackling softly behind them. The tension between them had eased slightly, but it still hung thick in the air like unspoken words waiting to be released. Eleanor sat with perfect posture, her hands folded in her lap, while Andrea tried to appear calm, though her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress.Eleanor studied her for a long moment before speaking again, her voice quieter now, almost reflective.“I have never seen my son this angry… this defensive… over a woman before,” she said slowly, as if the words themselves surprised her. “The way he spoke to me outside just now, the way he looked at me when I questioned you…I’ve never seen him like that.”Andrea blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me? What do you mean?”Eleanor let out a small, weary sigh, leaning back in her chair. “When I told him I was struggling to accept you and the baby… he became furious. Very furious. He even threatened
Eleanor stepped back into the living room from the patio, her posture rigid and shoulders squared. She paused when she saw Richard and Andrea still sitting together on the sofa, engaged in what looked like a warm, easy conversation. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing into a thin line.“Richard,” she said, her voice cool but controlled, “I’d like to speak with Andrea alone, if she doesn’t mind.”Richard glanced at Andrea, clearly hesitant. He studied his wife’s face for a moment, reading the tension there. “Eleanor, I don’t think that’s necessary right now. We were just having a nice talk.”Andrea met Eleanor’s gaze steadily. Despite the knot twisting in her stomach and the way her pulse had quickened, she kept her voice calm. “It’s fine, Mr. Richard. Really. I don’t mind.”Eleanor gave a curt nod. Richard stood up slowly, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on Andrea’s shoulder as he passed. “I’ll be in the study if you need me,” he said quietly, giving her one last encouraging l
While Henry stepped outside to speak with his mother, Andrea remained in the living room with Richard. The older man gestured kindly for her to sit on the sofa across from him, the leather creaking softly under his weight as he settled back.The fire in the fireplace crackled steadily, casting flickering orange light across the polished wood floors and the heavy drapes. The room smelled faintly of aged books, polished furniture, and the faint trace of Eleanor’s expensive perfume that still lingered in the air.“Don’t take what Eleanor said personally,” Richard said gently, his voice warm and steady, like a steady hand on a shaky shoulder. “She’s just being protective of Henry. She’s always been that way with her children. It comes from a place of love, even if it doesn’t always feel like it in the moment.”Andrea nodded, offering a small, grateful smile as she folded her hands in her lap. The fabric of her dress felt smooth under her fingers, grounding her. “I understand. I know she’s
Henry found his mother on the spacious backyard patio, standing near the stone railing that overlooked the manicured gardens. The cool evening air carried the faint scent of woodsmoke from a neighbor’s fireplace, mixing with the earthy smell of damp leaves and late-blooming flowers. Eleanor had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if trying to hold something fragile together. Her posture was rigid, shoulders tense, the way they always got when she was fighting to stay in control.Henry closed the glass door behind him with a quiet click. The sound seemed louder than it should have in the still night. He walked over slowly, gravel crunching softly under his shoes, giving her time to sense him coming. His own chest felt tight, a familiar mix of frustration and old loyalty pulling at him.“Mom,” he said, stopping a few feet away.Eleanor turned sharply. Her face was tight with anger, the lines around her mouth deeper than usual in the dim outdoor lighting. The wind tugged at her cr
They moved from the kitchen to the formal dining room. The long mahogany table was beautifully set with fine china, crystal glasses, and autumn-colored linens. Eleanor had outdone herself with the presentation, even if her mood remained frosty.Everyone took their seats. Henry sat beside Andrea, his hand resting reassuringly on her knee under the table. Richard sat at the head, Eleanor opposite him.Eleanor began serving the food — generous portions of roasted turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, and cranberry sauce. The aroma filled the room.Richard smiled warmly as he accepted his plate. “This looks wonderful, dear.”For the first few minutes, the only sounds were silverware against plates and polite compliments on the food. Then Richard spoke up, his tone bright.“Henry, I spoke with your sister two days ago. She confirmed she’s coming back to Chicago for Christmas. We’ll all be celebrating together this year.”Henry’s face lit up with genuine excitement. “Really? She’s
Henry drove without knowing where he was going. His hands gripped the steering wheel too tightly and his jaw was clenched so hard it ached. The city moved past him in a blur of lights but he didn't register any of it.He just drove.Eventually he found himself pulling up outside Marcus's house. It
Henry arrived at the office at half past eleven. He greeted Andrea with a polite nod and walked straight into his office without waiting for a response.Andrea watched him go and felt something tighten in her chest.A few minutes later she gathered the Hendricks file and knocked on his office door.
Andrea woke up and reached for Henry without opening her eyes.But the space beside her was cold.She opened her eyes fully and looked at the empty bed beside her. The sheets were smooth like he had never been there at all. She sat up slowly, her heart already doing something wrong in her chest.Sh
"Yeah well." Henry's jaw tightened slightly. "She doesn't seem to think so right now."Serena was quiet for a step. Then she said carefully, "What happened tonight? If you don't mind me asking."Henry exhaled slowly. "I don't know. She's been distant for two days and when I finally asked her about







